Dawn

Each day I wake up, whether alone or not,
with the presence of all my loves in my mind
briefly
if another is in my bed or I in theirs
then my awareness descends into my fingertips
touching the small of their back
their hip, their neck, stirring them from sleep
sometimes wordless protestations, sleepy
sometimes rolling toward me, hands in mine
hands on mine, guiding, hands on me
leg over mine, heat pressing to me
and the light slowly grows in the room,
I can see your face, your eyes, your lips
and words end